A/N HEY I HAVEN'T UPDATED IN A REALLY REALLLLLY LONG WHILE. I DON'T REALLY KNOW WHY I GUESS I JUST WAS FEELING LIKE STABBING MYSELF WITH A CROISSANT. SORRY TO ANYONE WHO WAS ACTUALLY READING THIS CRAP. ON WITH THE STORY OR WHATEVER IT TURNED INTO.
I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHERE I LEFT OFF.
(Tyler's POV)
I wake up with my whole body aching. My father must've whipped me again. I get up off of the floor and walk, or stumble, upstairs. I enter my room and I check the mirror solemnly. As I gaze at my beaten body, I snark in disgust. I check the damage my father gave me. Nothing on my face, thankfully, and the slashes aren't deep. My stomach rumbles, desperately searching for sustenance (it's a stomach calm down it's not real what even am I doing with my life). I sigh and head to the bathroom to gauze up the worst of the damage (doesn't even make sense you loser). As I'm wrapping the gauze around my wounds, I hear I'm A Barbie Girl (don't sue me) play. Oh crap, Ariana's calling. I painfully make my way to my room and grab my phone off of my desk. I clear my throat and try to compose myself.
"H-Hello?" Real composed, Tyler.
"Hey, Tyler. So, I was wondering... Would you maybe like to, um, possibly, meetmeatTimHortons?"
"Um, I g-guess."
"Fantastic! I'll see you then."
Shit. Why did I say yes?
(Ariana's POV)
Do you understand how hard it is to nicely reject a boy? The guy at the Tim Horton's counter just won't give up. As I try to awkwardly step away from the situation, Tyler practically fumbles into the place. Thank all of the gods and rulers for that.
"Tyler, honey, I saved you a seat over here," I say as I take his hand and direct him all the way to the opposite side of the café. As we sit down, he is looking pretty flustered.
"U-um. Wh-y d-did-"
"Sorry, that guy at the counter was trying to get in my pants. That's a gender neutral phrase, right? Well technically I guess they b-"
"I think now it's my turn to cut you off."
Yeah. That was going to go downhill fast if he didn't stop me.
"Thanks for having my back, lover. So. I know we just met, but I've never felt this way for anyone before. So do you think we could be, in the future, something more?" I swear his eyes grew like the guy's heart did in that movie with the angry green Santa. The Hulk? No that's not it.
"W-what do you mean?"
"Do, like, you wanna, you know, gooutwithme?"
"I, um, the thing is, Ari-" His phone rings and he quickly gets up and swiftly walks out the door. So I, of course, run after him. I need to know why I'm not good enough for him.
"TYLER! WAIT UP!" I manage to latch onto his arm and turn him around, only to reveal his red, watery eyes.
"What's wrong with me? Why am I not good enough for you, Tyler?"
"It's, it's not you. You're amazing, Ari. T-the problem is, well, me."
"What do you mean?"
"I-I'm gay."
What.
A/N
Ok so it's been a while and I guess this story got a whole lot gayer because I realised that I can't write straight stories ;-; . This story is mostly for my personal enjoyment, and I'm sorry if anyone actually reads this shit and is disappointed. (￣^￣)ゞ(^O^)／
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